This is a still taken from the (video) that accompanied “Milk” the 5th and final single taken off our first album. Bear in mind that at the time this video was made, I believed…and I DO mean believed wholeheartedly….that I was ugly and fat and falling decidedly short of every mark I thought I was supposed to be hitting. I tell you this not for pity but to remind you that how you THINK you look and how you think you are being perceived has no bearing on reality whatsoever. I look at this video now and I am gobsmacked by how serene I look. And yet what a dark, twisted churning mess I actually was inside. So don’t let the images fool you. They are not telling the truth.
- Shirley Manson, via the official Garbage Facebook page.
The night I met Shirley Manson was awesome. I went with my BFF Peter K (or Kranky, now that he has facebook and other friends) and we accidentally both wore green high top chucks. Shirley Manson walks over, in one those tiny tiny rooms in the CBR theatre and says I LOVE YOUR SHOES DID YOU YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE without a hint of malice or sarcasam. And we said no, Shirley Manson, we did not. And then we talked shoes for a moment until Butch Vig came over. At which point I died on account of his early-90s production CV. And that was super embarro but we don’t talk about that.
Heh, awesome; I’ve been lucky enough to meet her briefly myself, and agree that she is aces.
If I had to narrow it down to one, this would be my all-time favourite music video. Not because it’s an example of the art - it has “mid-90’s alt-rock promo” stamped all over it, and since it’s directed by Samuel Bayer (the man responsible for that video for ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’), that’s a given. It’s because of that moment of sheer abandon Shirley Manson displays during the second verse, where she just whirls her arms around, completely unrehearsed. It’s just such a small, human moment - but when you take into account the sheer tonnage of slick drill-formation dancing in many an over-produced music promo, it makes all the difference. (It is also, dare I say, damned sexy.)